<<Glide, yon spurned lover. Traipse within your dour room, playing yon solemn tune. Through thine drapery is welcome, a sprawling scrutiny finds us giddy, conforming my fortune net. Scrupulous your clever wit born of yesterdays desire, now just a lance through your network of deceit.>>
You ask, (When did it get so cold), and I answered/ (the founded spring befell us winter, creeping liked its solitude. Shorn with excess and blotted contentment, I became as transparent.)
Crediting a forthcoming boredom I was frivolous, untoward its sedition became your seduction. Only now has made me glib, faced with a multitude of convictions.
I am bent on destruction, possessive of my province, and wholly liberated of my discipline; scrupulous though my winged catchments might be, it is for me to dine alone on its treasure.
<<Though I do miss your distraction for its timelessness, you were but a child; moved by mine volition to become as everlasting.>> Thus was both our dissolution, that either one us could be whole within the other/ a near dead thing compared to thee where within thee I ve felt himself//and wherewithal mine heat I d surpassed my brothers hellish delight// hind his plight in his very name: Dante s Inferno. For it is I who paves the way, now as forever my tomb hither my fate, I am the way to the City of Woe. I am the way unto a Forsaken People///over the Old names of Geryon and Minotaur, a New Name rides upon unwilling Centaur.
Thence my audience had turned my wine to water, only to be used by my formidable attention by so much curiosity afforded by the immortals idyllic verse, that where I had been overrun with crushing guilt madness had forestalled. Hence my native lust yielded, heralding my member swift to poke the gods themselves. I remembered the warm spring, the fraction of sun I hoarded till I spent// until now impossible to express, *cataclysmic*.
Where aloft in Heaven we are made angels, but wrongly accused of feeling nothing I became its bastard. I sought the bowels as my passage, for wither this meager trap I bow to unearthly reprimand, as without I will become its seeker-the moral head of this quest-stranger to deprivation, new patron of deliverance.
I am yet remembered by name, once upon a time The Great Traitor, Paolo// fastidious in hind affair with passions mistress, the effervescent Francesca. So I was forced to ground and withered unto this depravity. How long until his forgiveness, held for mine apology I would never give? Thus abandoned of hope I won with principle, removing the differential voice infuriating my remorse
At large, my flame couldn t be discerned amongst the greater, infernal pyres. Lured by promise and a much conditioned madness, I headed for the Soul s Demise// Cocytus. Strapped with pain there remained only my surer wisdom// to know nothing was to be whole, to know nothing was certainty// to be complete was to be nothing.
As Only Those Elements Cannot Wear
I will take my final bow to Judas, and together we will lay in Judecca// forever.
